She Is Happy When She Dances
|She Is Happy When She Dances
Whose shoes are those? I think I know.
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy! Gone is the super ego,
I watch her smile as she glows.
She gives her shoes a shake,
And dances ‘til her feet aches.
She hardly takes a break,
Only latin sounds and no birds awake.
Shoes like that are too deep,
As her promises to dances it keeps.
After shimmying and later some sleep.
Dancing dreams come to her for keeps.
She rises from her queen, comfy bed,
With thoughts of salsa tunes in her head.
She eats her jam on toasted bread.
Psyched about the night ahead.